Arrr, lass who stowed her mate in a bag be now guilty of sendin' him to Davy Jones!
2024-10-27
Arrr, matey! Fair Sarah Boone be swiggin' the grog and playin' a jolly game of hide-and-seek, when she stuffed the poor soul in a suitcase like a treasure chest! Left him there all night, she did! Aye, what a pickle to be in, eh? Har har har!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, fer I be havin’ a rollickin’ tale from the landlubber shores! A lass named Sarah Boone, bold as a cannonball, did partake in the fine art of drinkin’ and playin’ a game o’ hide-and-seek with her matey. Aye, the grog was flowin’ like the tides o’ the sea, and mischief was afoot!In a moment o’ jolly folly, this scallywag lass did zip her poor swab inside a suitcase, thinkin’ it a grand hidey-hole. But alas, she thought wrong, fer she then scuttled off, leavin’ her matey there to marinate in the confines of that cursed contraption overnight! Aye, what a right pickle to find yerself in, trapped like a fish in a net!
When the mornin' sun did rise, and Sarah beheld her folly, she must’ve been as red as a lobster caught in the sun! What kind of treasure be this, a suitcase-bound swab? Ye can’t make this stuff up, I tell ye! So here’s to Sarah Boone, the fairest pirate to ever zip a matey! Let this be a lesson to all ye scallywags: Keep yer mates outta the luggage, lest ye find yerself swabbin’ the deck for a fortnight!